arrival #2
      I arrived at the place I´ll be staying at 11am.  It´s in the ¨new city,¨ a couple of blocks from the old,  UN world heritage site, city.  The building itself is completely without charm - grey cement, streaked with moisture.  But the inside is nice.  My room is a good size, and I have a window that overlooks the street.  Even though my suitcase still hasn´t arrived, it feels good to be able to take a shower and rest. 
  
The local internet café is kind of fun. It´s a flight down from the street and quite hot despite the fan that blows my hair in all directions. It´s full of pimply, cigarette smoking teenagers who play against one another in networked games. The whole thing is presided over by a heavy guy with long greasy hair who has more than a passing resemblance to silent bob.
    
    The local internet café is kind of fun. It´s a flight down from the street and quite hot despite the fan that blows my hair in all directions. It´s full of pimply, cigarette smoking teenagers who play against one another in networked games. The whole thing is presided over by a heavy guy with long greasy hair who has more than a passing resemblance to silent bob.


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Oddly, cybercafé denizens are exactly the same everywhere in the world.
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